Seeing as she hadn’t heard a denial of her request from Neron, Wessex casually waits by the Spire portal for the Warden of Halo to arrive. Wondering to herself if he’s heard anything about her encounter with his Captain of the Guard, she wears a muted expression along with her customary leather getup. No need to cover herself in furry pretense here, they’re used to the Wraith wandering about in less-than-normal attire. Is she showing off? Maybe. Maybe not. He's seen it all before, under more impressive circumstances, and it's not like the Wraith is beautiful.
Whatever the demigod may think of the Warden doesn't matter at the moment, she has a job to do: escort Neron to where she’s chosen to build the Eirachi shrine. Underground, where the earth stays cool and the sun can’t reach. In the maze of caves he isn't likely to figure out himself - at least not the first time.
Whatever the demigod may think of the Warden doesn't matter at the moment, she has a job to do: escort Neron to where she’s chosen to build the Eirachi shrine. Underground, where the earth stays cool and the sun can’t reach. In the maze of caves he isn't likely to figure out himself - at least not the first time.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
